From womb with love

In the dark, viscid folds of a womb,
Enters the cell with great aplomb.
Foetus forms and nestles in waiting,
Eyes closed and mind meditating.
Umbilical cord relishes the tot,
Cementing well that eternal knot.
Foetus grows in physical shape,
Clings unto it's mother's hope.
Vows it , many a time, in mind,
Relishes lots, that maternal chord.
Eternal pride is that time of exit,
Life meanders unto hands that wait.
From womb to earth,that divine trip,
The binding string detaches it's grip.
A life is born to flourish and start,
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